Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
TORCH
A fter I showered and changed clothes at the compound, getting rid of his sweat and tears, I made my way home.
I stopped outside my front door when the loud volume of the television suddenly switched off.
“You’re falling asleep, Wren. You know you don’t have to stay up,” Gun said.
“I want to.”
“Aww, she’s totally in love,” Saint teased.
I didn’t want my brother to make her feel uncomfortable and was about to interrupt when she replied, “I totally am. I love him.”
Unlocking the door, I threw it open.
Hearing those words again was like adrenaline shot straight to my dick. Selfishly, I didn’t want her to give them attention anymore. I wanted it all to myself.
And Saint obviously read my intention. “Well, time for us to go.” He took Gun’s arm and dragged him to stand. “Wrenley, always a treat to have your company, but I feel your man wants your time to himself now.”
“Later, Wrenley,” Gun called.
“Bye.” Wrenley waved to them on their way toward the door.
“Thanks,” I said.
I didn’t hear what they said. I’d locked onto Wrenley as she stood with her hands clasped in front of her and a blush on her cheeks.
She smiled shyly.
The door closed. I reached back and locked it.
“I’m sorry if you heard me telling your friends that I love you. I couldn’t lie, though.”
“I don’t care.”
“You don’t?”
“No.”
“Then why do you look, um… tense, maybe?”
“I’m locking down my body to stop from charging you and taking you to the bedroom to?—”
“Yes!”
“You sure?” I asked, quirking a brow.
“Are you healed enough to enjoy?—”
I stormed her way and picked her up. Instantly, she wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. With a laugh, she said, “I guess that’s a yes.”
I grunted. Licking, kissing, and sucking on her neck. The marks had dulled, but they were still present.
They’d pay.
“Are you sure you don’t mind what I said to your brothers?”
I lifted my head as I lowered her to the floor in our bedroom. “I liked hearin’ you tell them.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, my Wrenley.” Reaching out, I trailed my fingers over her cheek, chin, and down her neck.
She shivered for me, eyes getting lazy but heating at the same time.
I would never tire of seeing her desire for me.
She bit her bottom lip as I continued the trail down over her chest, breast, ribs, and stomach.
When I stopped at the bottom of her tee, I smirked when she lifted her arms so I could pull her top up and off her body, which was exactly what I did.
I drank in the sight of her perfect, pretty breasts encased in pink lace. I loved seeing her smooth, soft skin in any color, but most of all pink. Would she have matched her panties to her bra?
I liked when see-through lace covered her pussy.
It was like a treat just for me.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as I popped the top button to her jeans. I slowly eased the zipper down and saw the flash of more pink.
“So pretty,” I muttered, tracing my fingers over the V I’d exposed.
She smiled and hummed. “I noticed you like me in this color. Your eyes get that exact look.”
Like I wanted to drop to my knees and sink my tongue into her sweet pussy.
“You did this for me?”
“When the girls, West, and Adrick went shopping yesterday, I stocked up on other pink items.”
My cock throbbed. “There’ll be more?”
She nodded, grinning. “Many more.”
Cupping her breasts, I squeezed gently. “Fuck.” I pinched at her nipples, causing her to suck in a breath only to let it back out on a moan.
Exposing one, I bent and licked around her hard bud as she arched up, offering me more. I took it between my teeth and lapped at the tip before swirling my tongue around it.
“Torch,” she uttered, fisting my tee under my cut at my ribs.
Straightening, I removed my cut and placed it on the chair before turning back to her and drinking in her beauty. I tugged my T-shirt up and off, throwing it to the floor.
She smiled at me.
Pure sunshine.
Always my light to the darkness.
And all mine.
Cupping the back of her head, I fingered through her silky, curly strands and pulled her into me. She went willingly, hands sliding up my scarred chest as she tipped her head back, offering me her mouth.
I took it.
In a hungry kiss, we licked and sucked at each other’s lips, twisting our tongues together.
Delicious.
That was what Wrenley was, and I loved when her taste lingered in my mouth.
Even more when it was her pussy’s flavor.
I slid a hand down her spine and gripped her ass, drawing her into me as I walked us backward toward the bed.
At the edge, I layered a few kisses on her before I helped her turn. I gripped the sides of her jeans and slowly revealed my treat. A low groan dropped from me when I saw her panties didn’t cover her ass since it was a G-string.
My goddess let out a breathy laugh as I forgot about her jeans and palmed each globe. My beautiful obsession removed the rest and bent, placing her hands to the bed.
Fucking hell.
My cock ached from the sight before me.
Saliva pooled in my mouth from the thought of spreading her and tasting.
I dropped to my knees and went forward, running my hands over her.
I glided a finger down the pink lace that sat snuggly between her cheeks and felt her shiver.
“Pretty,” I bit out, the hunger of desire riding my harder tone.
“Torch,” she breathed.
Her reactions to my hands, my body, my words always made me want to throw my head back and crow to the sky in pride.
I slipped a finger between her legs.
Drenched.
I did that. I made her wet just from kissing and touching and talking.
Me.
She was my perfect, pretty addiction.
The woman who gave me a reason to exist without the darkness drowning me.
“Chase, please,” she begged, jutting her ass back.
Anything.
But I did this with the greatest pleasure.
Hooking a finger under the string, I plucked it out and dove in. Wrenley dropped down to her elbows on the bed with a moan when I licked and kissed over her pussy. I drank and ate like a starved man.
A man who couldn’t get enough.
“Yes, Chase,” she cried when I inserted a finger inside, curling it and rubbing. Her legs shook as she panted and whimpered.
Christ. The noises she made were like my favorite song.
It was a tune made for me.
Only me.
She leaked over my fingers, and I lapped it up.
Kissing, tonguing at her drenched hole.
“Torch,” she breathed and then moaned, clutching at the bed as her walls fluttered and pulsed around my fingers.
Drawing them out, I licked them clean and stood behind her.
“Can I fuck you like this?” I asked, rubbing a hand over her ass and lower back.
She hummed under her breath and nodded. “Please. And bare.”
“Ah, fuck,” I drew out, a thrill shooting up my spine. We’d had Lucas send away our blood, and we’d heard just yesterday that we could now go ungloved, and she was on the pill. My cock gave off a hard jerk under my boxers. “With pleasure, my beautiful Wrenley.”
Kicking off my shoes, I shoved my jeans and boxers down, tugging them and my socks off and throwing them to the side.
Dipping, I kissed her sweet ass, one for each cheek.
She sighed contentedly, but my obsession was impatient; she pushed back on me. “Need you in me.”
“You got me, my pretty addiction.” I stepped close, taking hold of my dick to swirl the tip around her hole. Both of us groaned.
Christ, this is gonna be heaven.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Slowly, I pushed in, locking away the memory of the first feel of her silky walls squeezing my dick tightly, inch by inch.
She let out a panting moan when I thrust the last part in.
“You feel so good, Wrenley.”
“Hmm, so do you, Chase, but I’m going to need you to fuck me now, babe.”
She clenched around me, and my cock jerked inside her from that and the endearment.
More music to my ears.
Pulling out, I looked down at her wetness glistening over my cock before I rocked back in, which dragged out noises from both of us.
Never get enough.
Want to live inside her.
My Wrenley.
My pretty obsession.
Made for me. Just me.
Fuck.
Leaning over her, I rolled my hips, fucking in and out as I kissed and licked over her back.
“Oh God, Chase,” she whispered, humming again in the back of her throat.
Loved her sounds. Her words. Her.
Pulling out, I picked her up to flip her over. She let out a laugh, but it faded to a moan when I thrust back into her.
She wrapped me up, arms and legs, then pulled me down for a kiss.
That was what I wanted. Needed. Her mouth touching mine, her teeth and mine nipping, our tongues tangling.
Tasting, claiming.
She tore her mouth from mine, arched, and clamped around my cock, crying out through her second climax.
Licking at her neck, I peppered it with kisses and scrapes of my teeth.
My release rolled over me, stuttering my rhythm, but I groaned into her shoulder as I filled her with my cum. Marking her deep inside, in a way I never had with anyone.
She kissed at my temple. “Love you, babe.”
Lifting my head, I latched onto her bottom lip and sucked. She grinned around it, until I kissed softly there and said, “Love you, my sweet Wrenley.”